Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

"town."

Each word uttered was like the grand pronouncement of the Great Dao.

Kong Xuan spread his right hand outstretched, and gently grasped the spot where Laozi and Jieyin were.

The movements were simple and casual, as if they were merely brushing away the dust before one's eyes.

There was no earth-shattering burst of energy, nor any world-destroying supernatural power manifested.

Only the void... suddenly froze.

No, it's not just emptiness.

Even time, even the laws, even the omnipresent spiritual energy of heaven and earth, even... even the holy power and Dao aura flowing around a saint, were completely solidified under this grasp!

It was as if the entire world had been held in the grasp of an invisible giant hand, and the pause button had been pressed.

Lao Tzu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to move, to summon the Tai Chi diagram, and to activate the Three Pure Ones' incarnations.

But as soon as the thought arose, he felt an indescribable power enveloping his body, locking down every inch of his holy body, every wisp of his primordial spirit, and every bit of his holy power!

Even thinking has become incredibly sluggish.

"This... is impossible..."

A storm raged in Lao Tzu's heart.

He is a peak sixth-level Heavenly Saint, wielding the Great Dao of Taiji, capable of controlling earth, water, fire, and wind with a single thought, possessing boundless supernatural powers.

But at this moment, under Kong Xuan's casual grab, he couldn't even move a single finger.

What level of skill is this?

Peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Realm... is it really that terrifying?

He didn't have time to think it over.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Three soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Beside Laozi, the three incarnations of the Three Pure Ones, which had been condensed by burning countless efforts and the essence of sainthood, did not even have time to struggle before they completely collapsed without a sound!

The rider of the blue ox trembled and dissipated into specks of pure energy.

The one holding the bamboo staff broke into pieces, and his figure blurred and disappeared.

Those who stand with their hands behind their backs will have their purple aura dissipate, vanishing like smoke.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no cataclysmic impact.

It just happened so naturally... and then it was gone.

It's as if it never existed.

"puff!!!"

Lao Tzu himself was struck as if by lightning, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood!

Holy blood spilled into the void, each drop as heavy as ten thousand pounds, causing the sword formation space to tremble slightly, but it was quickly swallowed up and annihilated by the chaotic energy.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his aura weakened to the extreme, and fine cracks even appeared on the surface of his holy body!

The Three Pure Ones' incarnations are connected to his primordial spirit, and are formed from his original essence.

The forceful annihilation at this moment caused such a violent backlash that it directly damaged the very foundation of his holy foundation!

"You...you..."

Laozi stared intently at Kong Xuan, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

He knew that Kong Xuan was very strong.

Theoretically, someone at the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Realm could indeed crush someone at the sixth level.

But he never expected the gap to be this big!

With just a grab in the void, without even using that strange divine light of the Great Dao, he casually wiped away his trump card, the Three Pure Ones incarnation.

How can we fight like this?

What can we use to fight?

Do you want to take my head?

at the same time.

On the other hand, the situation of the guide is even worse.

Kong Xuan's grab, seemingly targeting both of them simultaneously, actually had most of its power fall on him.

The connection between Western religions and Confucius is the deepest.

Zhunti had repeatedly plotted against him, while Jieyin had secretly been watching him, thus forging an irreconcilable enmity.

Kong Xuan will certainly not hold back this time.

"Buzz!!!"

The Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit sensed a deadly crisis and spontaneously activated!

On the lotus petals, Buddhist mantras flashed wildly, and boundless golden light of merit soared into the sky, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of a Buddha, blocking the way for the guide.

The Buddha clasped his hands together, chanting scriptures, his voice booming, attempting to resist that invisible power.

however.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The phantom of Buddha froze, and then... cracked inch by inch.

Like shattered glass, cracks spread from the top of the head to the entire body, eventually collapsing and turning into countless golden specks of light.

Followed by.

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit, which was said to be "impervious to all laws and repelled by all evils," trembled violently, and its petals withered away one by one!

First grade, second grade, third grade...

In the blink of an eye, all twelve lotus petals withered and fell away!

The lotus platform itself was covered with countless cracks, its spiritual light rapidly dimmed, and it emitted a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden.

"No!!!"

Jieyin's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily.

This golden lotus is the foundation of the Western religion, connected to his holy position, and is also the source of the Western destiny!

If the Golden Lotus shatters, the Western Sect's fortune will be greatly damaged, and his holy position... may even be shaken!

He frantically burned his holy power in an attempt to stabilize the Golden Lotus, even going so far as to draw upon the last remaining resources of the Western Sect and infuse them remotely.

But... it's useless.

Before Kong Xuan's absolute power of the Great Dao, all struggles are in vain.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The twelve-tiered golden lotus of merit exploded completely!

It turned into countless golden fragments, scattering in all directions. Each fragment retained a rich aura of merit and Buddhist charm, but was quickly shredded and devoured by the chaotic sword energy.

"puff!!!"

He coughed up golden blood and his body trembled violently.

The backlash from the shattering of the Golden Lotus was far more terrifying than the destruction of my incarnation!

That is a priceless treasure that is completely bound to his holy foundation and the destiny of the Western religion!

The collapse at this moment not only injured his holy body, but also caused cracks in the Western Dao Fruit within his primordial spirit, and the foundation of his holy position began to shake!

however.

This is not over yet.

Before Jieyin could even stabilize his injuries, he felt an irresistible force descend upon him.

That force is invisible and intangible, yet it is omnipresent.

It permeated every inch of his sacred body, eroded every strand of his primordial spirit, and disintegrated every bit of his sacred power.

"Kong Xuan! How dare you!!!"

The guide finally felt fear.

He screamed, and for the first time, despair appeared in his eyes.

He wanted to struggle, to escape, and even to self-destruct his sacred body in order to gain a chance of survival.

But... I can't do it.

Under the influence of that immense power, he couldn't even muster the thought of self-destruction.

He could only watch helplessly as his sacred body, starting from his feet, gradually turned to ashes.

It is not collapse, it is not annihilation.

Instead... it completely dissipated.

It was as if an invisible hand had erased it from the very level of existence...

"No...no...Dao Ancestor, save me...Teacher, save me!!!"

This was followed by a final, piercing wail.

The sound hadn't faded.

His body had completely dissipated within the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Only a faint Buddhist aura remained, along with... the lingering, desperate roar.

The Western religion's guiding saint... has fallen!

He was instantly obliterated by Kong Xuan's grasp in the void!

Of course, as a Heavenly Saint, he can be resurrected, but even if he is resurrected, his cultivation level will drop significantly.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

It enveloped the entire Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Even the rampant chaotic sword energy seemed to freeze at this moment.

Lao Tzu stood frozen in place, his face deathly pale, golden blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

Dead...

Jieyin... just like that, he died?

It was not that we were defeated, nor that we were suppressed.

Rather, they were completely... wiped out?

Since the beginning of time, when sages were born, and through countless calamities involving witches and demons, has a sage ever fallen?

What's more, it's a saint who was so easily erased?

Moreover, Jieyin is no ordinary saint!

He is the leader of the Western Sect. Even if he became a saint by borrowing merit, he still has the protection of a twelve-tiered golden lotus of merit!

Even so... it still couldn't stop Kong Xuan from grabbing it?

A chill ran through Laozi's heart, and his gaze toward Kong Xuan carried a barely perceptible hint of...fear.

Tongtian's pupils also constrict slightly.

He knew Kong Xuan was strong, but he never expected him to be this strong.

The peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Realm is terrifying?

To casually annihilate a Heavenly Saint?

This is completely mind-blowing!

"Big...brother."

Tongtian spoke slowly, his voice somewhat hoarse:

"Now... are you still going to stop my disciple?"

Lao Tzu trembled all over.

He slowly turned his head, looking at Tongtian, then at Kong Xuan.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

bar?

What can stop them?

With Jieyin dead, how many more blows can his father possibly withstand?

"Kong...Kong Xuan."

Lao Tzu suppressed the shock in his heart, his voice hoarse:

"You...you have killed Jieyin, the karma is settled."

Why...must we wipe them all out?

"I am the senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect, the head of the Three Pure Ones. If you kill me... the Dao Ancestor will not tolerate you!"

He invoked the Taoist patriarch in an attempt to survive.

Kong Xuan smiled upon hearing this.

His smile was cold, carrying undisguised sarcasm:

"Fellow Daoist Laozi, even now, you still want to use the Dao Ancestor to suppress me?"

"If the Dao Ancestor truly intended to stop me, he should have appeared when he was helping the Daoist to his death."

"But...has he come?"